A Mother’s Day Tribute.
Moms. We are a part of an elite group. A group made up of women from all different backgrounds, ethnicities, religions, social status, etc. All of us have one commonality that bonds us as women, as human beings. We are all from the hood. Not just any hood, we are from motherhood. This alone makes us:
Some bad mothas.
Beside some female animals, no one, (and I mean no one) can do what we do. Our bodies are specifically designed to be a human incubator and house the most supernatural miracles. From the inside, we nurture, feed and protect another life.
We are some bad mothas.
During pregnancy, the mental and physical changes we endure are not for the weak. We get fat and we watch our bellies swell, to what appears to be equivalent of a hippo’s. Our feet swell, we experience morning-sickness and puke, develop acne like we’re teenagers, have backaches, headaches, full-body aches, oily skin, cry for no reason, get angry for no reason, get hangry, have heartburn, varicose veins, stretch marks, an expanded face; our bodies are in a constant sauna-state… and because all of this,
We are some bad mothas.
Let’s get real and talk about birthing our babies. Hours, sometimes DAYS of labor. Pushing, screaming, cursing, squeezing, starving, tiring, tearing and tearing, pitocin, epidural, no epidural, contracting, ring of fire, episiotomy and… exhaustion.
C-section mamas, we experience fear, surgery, spinals, numbness, lasers, burning flesh, being sliced open, organs pushed to the side, the pulling and stretching of our stomachs, blood, internal stitches, pressure, and then everything is just put back to together again like Humpty Dumpty.
Mommies, we push what is comparable to a watermelon out of a lemon. We have major surgery delivering a baby, while our insides are outside and we’re awake for the whole thing.
We are some strong, (and slightly crazy) bad mothas!
Moms, we birth our babies, take no breaks and go right into what seems about ninety days straight, (or more) of no sleep. We’re sleep-deprived, emotional and yet, we STILL carry on like it’s nothing. We don’t get to sleep when we want to, shower when we want to, brush our teeth when we want to, eat when we want to, go out when we want to and the entire time, we are dedicated and attached by our boobs to our new, tiny owners. We go through all of this with unconditional love and open hearts.
We are some tired, but never-giving-up, bad mothas.
We then recover and watch as our bodies deflate, or frustratingly remain the same. We discover new stretchmarks, dents, sagginess, nooks and crannies, flabby skin, jiggles and flaps. Next, we diet. Hitting the gym six times a week, going carb-free, low-calorie, gluten-free, sugar-free… we run, kickbox, swim, yoga, CrossFit and wear waist-trainers. All while taking care of an infant and remaining sane.
You cannot tell me that we are not some bad mothas.
Like Beyoncé says were, ” strong enough to birth the babies, then get back to business.” After three months, (for some, sooner) we return to work, still sleep-deprived. We are bosses, CEOs, managers, employees, self-paid and self-made. We pump in the break room or on the floor by the nearest electrical outlet and store milk in random freezers. We use our lunch break, not for eating, but to race home and feed our babies; come home to cook, clean and prepare for the next day.
For my stay-at-home mommas, we return to work the moment we leave the hospital. We continue our routine, but now we have multiple kids to look after. There are two kids to the store, two to the car wash, two to clean up after, two to wipe from sun-up to sun-down and two kids to try and hold intellectual conversations with.
We clock-in at sunrise and clock-out, never. What we do ain’t cut out for everyone.
We are some bad, workin’ and stay-at-home mothas.
This Mother’s Day, all of us mommies need to take one second to stop and think about all we do; how incredibly strong, powerful and outstanding we really are. What we do as mothers is admirable and inspirational. What we endure from conception to birth, and thereafter, is mind-blowing.
We are abundant, beautiful, caring, compassionate, earthy, empowering, forgiving, generous, hardworking, indispensable, knowledgeable, nurturing, loving, persevering, selfless, unbreakable, virtuous and glorious.
You know what else we are?
SOME BAD MOTHAS!
Happy Mother’s Day!